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Jul 9
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To wish dementia on anyone, one
must have some sense of the state,

mindless, or careless, must one choose
at entry, as the power on self test clicks ok
the idea
that we are in some
sorted form, some charicature of our kind,

we mortal thoughts, of the worthiest sorts,
science and religion and the arts, with
little time for developing technique,

the instant the amusement stops,
bemusement proceeds to untwist the plot,

for we are poets, are we not
bound,
by many vows we each must make, to here
the court of last resort, the literal last card,

in such games as have clear winning outcomes.
What were odds when we flipped this side to that...
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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